Wrestling Ring set on the beach!
Winner by Pinfall, Submission, or DQ
PoW Stipulation: Winner keeps loser for 24 hours.
This. Is. Crazy! Straight loco, ese! Bandita didn't know about LAW's more licentious stipulations and setups when she first joined the federation. All she could think about was the grander stage, the greater pay, the fame, the renown, the opportunity. Then in her first beach match, she learned from her opponent that sometimes things take a.. more risque approach. Thankfully none of that has been expected to her. Not that she'd do them!
But something about all of this changed context when she met Laxia. Their first clash was pure electricity, a thrill, wild and exciting. She wasn't just wrestling an opponent, she was wrestling someone she actually felt an attraction towards. Then everything that came after it, the whirlwind affair in Laxia's room, the days spent texting each other, until finally going out on a date - suddenly a soft kind of stipulation wasn't so daunting. And if she's being honest with herself (which, to be clear, she totally is at this point), pitching this rematch idea to management was weirdly like asking Laxia's dad if she could take her out on a date.
She got weird looks. The winner of the previous match wasn't really the one to ask for a rematch, after all. That sort of thing might look like pointless bullying; pumping the well after it had run dry. But they saw how their match went the first time. They saw the sparks. Everyone saw the sparks. Even Bandita's family, to her chagrin. But more importantly, LAW is rife with trysts in the ring - it's rare that they come across as sincere, and even kind of wholesome. The fans were eager to see them clash again almost as much as Bandita, herself. And when she mentioned it would be a beach match, and even prompted the Prisoner of War stipulation, it was an easy sell.
Bandita might have conveniently avoided telling her family about this match. She didn't want them potentially seeing her kiss a girl in the ring, in a swimsuit. Nana's heart might not be able to take it. No, this match isn't even about LAW. Not really. She wants to win, she wants the career push from it, the posterity, the pay... but this is mostly about her opponent. About Laxia. About the two of them doing this together. And one of them getting the privilege of dragging the other around on a second non-ring date.
Not that either of them necessarily needed the pretext to get the other on a date, most likely. Laxia surely knew Bandita was fully bought in at this point. Even smitten.
But now, on this pristine stretch of beach taken over with makeshift entrance setups, curtains, a full-scale wrestling ring, and fans crowding around thr perimeter, the time has finally come for Bandita to face Laxia a second time. For the two to clash and struggle for dominance. Everything inside of her is tingling with anticipation, counting the seconds before she can lock up with the ginger.
Music kicks on. Not Bandita's typical tune, but rather an American-Spanish flavor from the '90s. Something flirty and romantic, chosen by Bandita to fit the setting better.
It starts with a few percussive taps...
She's foregone the whip, hat, and flamenco skirt today, instead relying purely on the graceful athleticism inherent in her controlled movements and svelte figure. The whirling entrance comes to a smooth halt with her arms raised, head tipped back, fingers feathered wide as she presents herself to the roaring crowd gathered at the sides.
The first time she wrestled in a swimsuit, she felt awkwardly exposed. Sure, it's comparable to her normal wrestling gear, but... there's less of it. And it's meant for something else! And so much skin is on display! But at this point, she's relishing in it; in part for the audience's sake, letting her lithely toned body draw in the looks and affection, but also hoping Laxia is somewhere she can see.
Her pose relaxes, and Bandita settles into a more confident swagger than her usual approach. Shoulders back, head held high, hips set asway with each striding step, Bandita coolly greets the audience to either side with delicate, girlish fingerwaves and coquettish glances through her lashes. The pretense of the match saturates her approach - this is the preamble to a date night. She likes the girl she's about to wrestle. There's a sense of swagger and romanticism in the air, the confidence that she fully intends to sweep Laxia off her feet. Everything in her body language tells the audience that she means to end the match with the same stunningly dominant visual of their first encounter - pinning Laxia's body down flat beneath her in full contact.
"The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a PRISONER! OF! WAR event!"
"Making her way to the ring!"
"At a height of 5'6", and weighing in at 117 lbs.!"
"From Cancún, México!"
"La Bonita Bandoleraaaa~!"
"BAAAANDIIIITAAAA!"
Upon reaching the ring's edge, she grabs onto the middle rope and sweeps her lightweight frame up and onto the ring's apron. She leans back deeply, stretching the cable before vaulting up and over into a somersault, hitting the mat in a controlled roll and popping to her full height in the end, her arms spread and back arched.
Her smile is radiant. Weightless. Her heart is soaring.
She gets to share her greatest passion with someone she's fallen for. It's going to be rough, competitive, sweaty, painful, and this girl she's fallen for wants it, too. The strangeness is as indescribable as much as it is sublime. How could one teenager get so lucky?
The arms drop to her sides and she hurries into her corner, spinning to plant her back firmly into the padding. Her eyes are glued to the entrance, her heart racing eagerly to lay eyes on whatever Laxia has chosen to wear to the ring today...!
